Our apartment + Wayland just literally ugly cried the entire time at Cornerstone Bar going around saying one thing we were grateful for/appreciated about one another.
In just a span of two years, my apartment unexpectedly became my family and source of emotional support. We lived together, we fought, we cried, we laughed like brothers and sisters. They’ve honestly seen the good, the bad, the ugly living with me. They’ve seen sides of me that I didn’t even know I had (i.e. the clinginess that I embraced with them).
I feel like I didn’t give a whole lot but received so much through these friendships.
On the car ride back, we listened to What Do You Mean by Justin Bieber — a song we listened to as an apartment over and over and one we played before general commencement. It was an interesting nostalgic moment. I’m never going to forget this day.